There's a street outside my window

There's a light outside my door

There's a road straight through this old town

There's a boat on every shore

There's a promise down that freeway

But there is no guarantee

There are dreams on every ocean

There are storms on every sea



If you choose to go



Now I've been out upon that ocean

Sometimes further that before

Sometimes not even past my waistline

And I screamed at what I saw

Many times along that freeway

Returning sometimes beat

There are dreams on every ocean

There are storms on every sea



If you choose to go



Plenty of places, plenty of things to see

Plenty of faces, plenty of ways to be



If you choose to go